Getting My Oil
Changed En Femme...Again!

There's
just something about a new look whether it's a change in one's hairstyle
or a new outfit that just makes a girl burst with excitement and want to
show the world how feminine she is. Well, I suppose this was the case
for me this morning as I needed to run a legitimate errand that would
involve entering an environment just crawling with guys...who also
happen to reek of motor oil. :-)

So I drive this really old car because I'm a practical girl, and it
still runs great, and I get really good gas mileage. Well, I can always
tell when it's time to change the oil for this car because when I speed
up real fast or make a sharp turn, the oil sloshes in a particular
direction, and then it makes my check oil light come on ever so briefly.
The light turns off after I drive on a straight course again, but it's
this quirky way befitting of a blonde that tells me when it's time for
new oil.

Well, it just so happened that my oil light started to come on just in
time for my next outing as a girl, and so I had a tough decision to
make. I of course could have and probably should have taken care of this
errand dressed like a guy, but I just couldn't help myself; I wanted so
badly to get out into the real world as a girl even if it meant getting
my oil changed en femme, and so I decided this morning that I would once
again make the trek to Jiffy Lube cross dressed as a girl.

I have gotten my oil changed as a girl before, and everything went
smoothly then, but when you go into an auto shop like that, there are so
many variables that a girl just can't control. She doesn't know how many
other customers will be there; she doesn't know how perceptive the
mechanics will be; and her escape vehicle is all tied up in the
mechanic's bay. Despite all of these cons, I just couldn't bare the
thought of not going as a girl, and so after my morning shower where I
shaved my armpits and legs, I headed to my walk-in closet for the
perfect outfit to wear.

I've really been enjoying my cold weather outings of late because it
allows me the freedom to dress in warmer fashions, and so I wanted to
look cute today but no overbearing. Since I would arrive at the oil
place a little bit before 10 AM, I didn't think I could pass for the
working girl, and so I decided to dress as the mom out running errands
after dropping off her kids at school. Such an outfit would likely call
for jeans, and so I decided to wear my new blue jeans with my long black
boots. I was excited at the prospect of crossing my legs like a lady in
the lobby wearing my boots, and while no one would be able to see what
was on underneath, I just had to wear a pair of pantyhose beneath my
jeans and boots.

As
for my top, I wanted to do another fun combination where I layer a
cropped sweater over a summer top, and so I chose my short-sleeve
perfect tee from Old Navy in peach layered beneath my cropped sweater in
heather gray. I really love this tee because it emphasizes my bra
underneath, and I felt that if I was going to risk an outing with
nothing but guys around, I wanted to look as legitimate as possible by
having passable breasts with the perfect bra underneath. I think
we all know where guys' eyes tend to wander, and so if I can look great
with the perfect bra encapsulating my breasts, it's a major plus to my
look for the day and helps me pass more easily.

With my outfit decided, the final touch was my hair, and I just had to
wear it long with the gentle curl again, and so I parted it slightly to
one side and then let it hang down with the curls caressing my
shoulders. After popping in my large hoop earrings, I paused for a few
pics in front of my full-length mirror hoping the guys at Jiffy Lube
would be impressed with the final result.

I was nervous as I made the eight minute drive over to Jiffy Lube, and
as I passed by the front of the store, there was one car in a bay and
then two bays open. If all of the bays were full, I'm pretty sure I
would have just driven on by and abandoned my plan, but with little
activity going on, I took a deep breath and drove to the back of the
shop where my tires ran over that black cord making the clinking noise.
One of the guys whose name was Duaine rushed out and asked me what I
needed. I told him an oil change, and so he told me to pull up to the
closest bay and leave my keys in the ignition.